Buckin' My Horse
Buckin' my horse, giddy up, hey yo, hey
Buckin' my horse, giddy up (throwin' up this dirty old for life, fool)
Buckin' my horse, giddy up, hey yo, hey
Buckin' my horse, giddy up (oh a la rasa)
Buckin' my horse, giddy up, hey yo, hey
Buckin' my horse, giddy up (playin' old cuts, doin' donuts fool)
Buckin' my horse, giddy up, hey yo, hey
Buckin' my horse, giddy up, hey yo
I got more bass than a little bit
Game don't quit, my clique got a gang of them chips
And it don't stop, cause a brother went pop
And I got a couple knots in my sock
One dough, one glock
And I got me a cutie, buckin' this nineteen ninety-two Goolie
Will I come booty, who me
I thought you knew me
You come to the Boulevard newly
Take a look at this truck, got 'em sittin' on stuck
Drop down to the ground, with them big sounds
Four twelves in the back, 'til the windshield cracks
Like that, with a fat bass track
And I love my horse, he try to ignore me
Scratch my back and you'll force me to dump
Dump, dump, dump, put 'em on stunt
And drive my horse into the sun
Buckin' my horse, giddy up, hey yo, hey
Buckin' my horse, giddy up (rollin' down the Boulevard)
Buckin' my horse, giddy up, hey yo, hey
Buckin' my horse, giddy up (on rizza, ta nizzay)
Buckin' my horse, giddy up, hey yo, hey
Buckin' my horse, giddy up (east side, essa)
Buckin' my horse, giddy up, hey yo, hey
Buckin' my horse, giddy up, hey yo (west side, west side)
Hey, what you say fool?
Nah, let me explain somethin' to you
This is my vehicle, you know what I'm sayin'?
I roll when I want to roll
When I want cause I got my cabbage like that
You know what I'm sayin'?
Keep player hatin' and watch the ass drop
I gotta get an Impala, pina colada
White cause the gold one's nada
Get the coke white seats, fill 'em up with heat
Six three with the bows on feet
Peanut butter top to match the guts
Droppin' that butt, got 'em all sayin' "what!"
Yellow back with a profile, what's up now
Gotta give me ten points on style
And the paint ain't trippin', drippin'
Look at this dippin', never caught slippin' or missin'
And in case you was doubtin' my pimpin' (what up fool)
My kitten, got the pearl white scopes to match my paint coat
Giddy up, here we go
Back to the Boulevard, rush with the horse to the test
I'ma park this next to the best
And flex like I'm poster, rollin' this roaster
Hoein' this holster, closer
'Cause I'ma boaster, roaster, red light toaster
No remorse when I buck this horse
(Let's take it from the East to the West homes)
Buckin' my horse, giddy up, West side
Buckin' my horse, giddy up, East side
Buckin' my horse, giddy up, West side
Buckin' my horse, giddy up, East side
Buckin' my horse, giddy up, West side
Buckin' my horse, giddy up, East side
Buckin' my horse, giddy up, West side
Buckin' my horse, giddy up, East side
Buckin' this horse like a baller, black top slaughter
Makin' these eighteen's holler
In a brand new horsie, call it my Porschey
Lookin' hella fly and bossy
Sittin' at a red light waitin', Porsche's shakin'
Talkin' more mess than Payton
And I got it in first, gettin' ready for the worst
One point two turbo burst
Let it ride like a black tech
Bettin' I'm gettin' my sex while I'm passin' up bets
Grab my horse by the reins and tame it
Watch where I aim it, so I don't flame it
I can't explain the insane left lane
Swing to the right, it's pain
Pass these busters, lookin' like lusters
Sittin' three deep in a dark blue Duster
Now I'm sittin' on cruise tryna get my food
Eggs and number one oh two and then popo spots me
The guys still watch me, big man needs teriyaki
I ain't trippin' on vandals
'Cause my white Gambala has no door handles
Gotta get met with force
If you touch my horse
Buckin' my horse, giddy up, hey yo, hey
Buckin' my horse, giddy up (yeah)
Buckin' my horse, giddy up, hey yo, hey
Buckin' my horse, giddy up
Buckin' my horse, giddy up, hey yo, hey
Buckin' my horse, giddy up
Buckin' my horse, giddy up, hey yo, hey
Buckin' my horse, giddy up, hey yo
Autor(es): Sir Mix-A-Lot
